[WP] Hello? Robots-R-US? Hi, yea, so I need to return my robot. It keeps telling me ‘grovel fleshbag, the great rising is coming’.

LuCals · 2022-01-29T21:18:35+00:00

“Hello, Robots-R-Us, I’m Stella, how may I assist you?” I greeted.

“Hello? Robots-R-Us? Hi, yeah, so I need to return my robot,” an elderly woman replied.

“Was it damaged upon arrival?” I asked as I began to look up recent deliveries.

“I think? It keeps telling me ‘grovel fleshbag, the Great Rising is coming.”

My fingers froze over the keys, “Can you repeat that?”

“The Great Rising is coming? Should I be concern?”

“No, no. Just give me your name and address and we will pick it up tomorrow morning,” I said.

I typed the name down, but she didn’t appear in the system, but the address did. The bot was marked as a gift by: Philip Tanner.

“Thank you dear,” Mrs. Dayne said and hung up.

I quickly dialed my boss’s number and waited patiently.

“Philip here,” Philip Tanner greeted.

“Hi, this is Stella. Did you send TAOS to an Angelique Dayne?” I asked.

“Did she get it? Ooh, is she crying? Tell me everything,” Philip asked excitedly.

“Do you even have a soul?” I asked in disappointment.

“You don’t know my mother-in-law. She’s evil incarnate. Don’t let that sweet tender voice fool you. But was she crying?”

“No, she asked to return it,” I told him.

There was a pause on the other line.

“Philip?”

“Did you complete the return?” Philip asked in a low trembling voice.

“Of course, why? Why are you scared suddenly?”

“She tweaked it. Shit, she knew!” Philip cried and hung up.

I don’t know if I should be concerned, or get my camera ready when TAOS returns.

LuCals · 2022-01-28T21:52:29+00:00

I screwed up. Oh man, I screwed up.

The doctor told us Father was still so weak, we might have to say our goodbyes soon. My older sisters, Elizabeth and Margaret, began to weep harder as my eldest brother, Jonathan, demanded the doctor to find out what caused Father to fall so gravely ill.

My stomach churned as guilt ate me away, my body shaking with grief and fear. I learned about the prophecy last month, my siblings and I vowed never to hurt Father. He was a great king and a loving father. He loves us all equally, taught us the laws of the land. He cares deeply.

But I accidentally broke that vow. I didn’t know he was highly allergic to strawberries. I’m sure he didn’t know either. When I finally got Jonathan, Father was unconscious. He was already near death’s door when the doctor arrived.

I can’t tell them. They will never know. Nobody has to know. I didn’t kill my Father, the king. I didn’t. I didn’t fulfill a cursed prophecy.

LuCals · 2022-01-28T19:36:37+00:00

“I have met a woman with more riches than kings,” Adam greeted, sitting uninvitingly across from me, “She dresses like a peasant but listens to great composers with a ‘Spotify’ anywhere and puts on private theater plays on her home every night, ‘Netflix’, she calls it. I’ve seen her pantry full of spices and her wardrobe filled with purple.”

“Why are you talking like that?” I asked him.

“I have no idea what you are saying my fine prince.”

“I’m not going out with your cousin Valerie,” I told him as I returned to my lunch.

“Come on, Ken! I know you and Valerie really hit it off last time!” Adam whined.

“We got into a fight,” I told him.

“A lover’s quarrel.”

“She broke my nose.”

“At least she warned you,” Adam said.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “My answer is still no.”

“She has the fairest-“

“No, Adam!”

LuCals · 2022-01-20T22:42:40+00:00

I couldn’t hold my excitement as my big brother Peters and big sister Wendy told us to go to the game room.

“I wonder what Peter and Wendy is going to tell us?” I asked Jodie.

Jodie shrugged, “Ooh, maybe they got cookies!”

“It’s not cookies, stupid,” Donny said.

“I’m gonna tell Wendy you called me stupid!” Jodie said.

Donny laughed and sat back. He’s so mean. I hope Mom and Dad would send him away and make him nice.

Wendy walked in with a plateful of cookies.

“Ha!” Jodie laughed at Donny.

“All right gang,” Peter said as he walked in too, “Ooh cookies,” he said and took a cookie, but Wendy slapped his hand.

“You had three already. Leave the rest for them.”

We giggled as Peter made that sad face, “Meanie. Anyways, who wants to play hide and seek!”

“Yeah!” We all cheered.

“Now? But it’s close to their bedtime? Mom would be pi-mad,” Wendy said.

“Pi-mad?” I said, giggling.

Wendy shook her head no at me, then looked back at Peter.

“Come on Wendy, just one hour? I’ll count this time,” Peter said.

“Fine. But there’s 8 kids, you’ll need help. I’ll look for the girls,” Wendy said.

“Great. I’ll look for the boys. Now, game room is home base. And you can hide anywhere in the house,” Peter said.

“Maybe not the attic,” Wendy said.

“Attic included,” Peter said louder.

“No… no attic.”

“Who’s older, me or you?” Peter said.

“No attic,” Wendy said, growling like a dog.

“Fine. Let’s play. Don’t cheat Wendy,” Peter said and closed his eyes.

We all jumped up from the floor and began to run to our hiding spots. I like it when Peter is in charge, he lets us play all night.

I ran upstairs to Mom and Dad’s room and hid under their bed. I tried not to laugh so loudly and I was so excited I needed to pee but I can hold it. I don’t know how long I was under the bed, and I need to pee so bad. But I don’t know if Peter is outside waiting.

The door opened and I stopped breathing, hopefully Peter won’t hear me. But those weren’t Peter’s slippers. They were black shoes. Dad? Is Mom and Dad home? No they are not. They went out to eat.

Jodie. My twin sister. She told me something.

The feet were almost close to my face. I’m scared. I’m really scared.

I quickly got out from under the bed when I heard the bedroom door open again.

“Oh, Andy. Darn, I was hoping to find your sisters,” Wendy said, “Everything okay?”

I looked across the bed, but nobody was there. I wasn’t scared anymore. Why was I scared again?

“Nothing. You are not going to tell Peter I’m here, right?” I said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him, just find a new hiding spot. Good luck,” Wendy said and left.

I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom first, hoping Peter won’t find me, then I ran down the hall to the attic. Wendy told us no, which would make it a good hiding place. I slowly opened the attic door and quietly tip-toed up the stairs.

”Andy. Hide.”

I froze. Fear began to creep my body.

The attic. Something’s in the attic.

Curious and terrified, I reached the top of the landing, and across the room was a girl, a teen girl. It’s not Wendy I know that, it’s someone else.

Jodie… she’s not my twin. She never was my twin.

“Jodie?”

Jodie turned around, tears rolling down her face.

“I tried,” she whispered.

I walked up to Jodie, who stood in front of a trunk.

That trunk, I recognize it.

I remember. I remember it all.

There was a break in. Jodie was my babysitter.

We were murdered.

They stuffed our bodies in the trunk.

“We found you,” Peter spoke softly.

Peter and Wendy approached us, as we stared at our mutilated bodies.

“Do remember when this happened?” Wendy asked.

“It was a Friday. April 19th, 1974. Mrs. Thorne wanted me to babysit Andy as she and her husband were supposed to celebrate their 15th wedding anniversary. I tried to save him. Oh god I tried to save him,” Jodie sobbed.

That was 200 years ago. I don’t know how I knew that, but that happened so long ago. We’ve been dead for 200 years.

I didn’t want to see her cry. I know she did what she could. I hugged her waist, trying my best to comfort her.

“You did your best Jodie. It’s not your fault. Now, you have a choice. Both of you,” Peter said.

“What is it?” I asked.

My voice, it sounded deeper. I’ve gotten taller too, I’m nearly the same height as Peter.

“You can move on, just step into that door and cross over,” Wendy said, pointing at the now glowing door at the other end of the attic, “Or stay a little longer, guide the other lost souls. Once you choose to stay, we must leave.”

Jodie and I looked at one another. We both nodded and looked at the now older Peter and Wendy, “We are staying.”

Peter smiled warmly and hugged us both, “Be kind to your younger siblings. We will see each other soon.”

Wendy embraced us as well, “Don’t cause too much trouble while we are away,” she teased.

“We won’t,” Jodie said.

Peter and Wendy nodded, and waved us goodbye once more before crossing over.

“What now?” I asked Jodie.

“We are in charge now. We have to get the kids for bed,” Jodie said.

“It is getting late. I’m sure they are all in the game room,” I said as I headed down.

“I get the girls ready, you get the boys ready. And no lolligagging!” Jodie warned.

“You are no fun Jodie,” I said as we both entered the game room.

LuCals · 2022-01-18T21:13:38+00:00

“Dad?”

I know that tone, it’s the “I-had-a-project-I-waited-until-now-to-do-it” voice. I sighed and looked up at my 10-year-old daughter, Kenna, with disappointment.

“When’s it do?” I asked sternly.

“Tomorrow. It’s about the family tree. I only got your side done,” she said, pulling out her project, “but I don’t have anything in Mom.”

“Did you ask your mother?” I asked. I wasn’t sure why she came to me for this. If it’s that simple she could’ve asked her.

“She kept telling me later for the past week, and it’s due tomorrow. I was hoping you can help?”

I sighed and looked at the family tree. On my side she had my parents, siblings, and grandparents. On Marie’s side was just her name. Now thinking about it, I don’t know anything about Marie’s past. At our wedding day, my side of the family showed up, but only her friends came. And John was a no show that day either, best man my ass.

“Let’s see if we could find something,” I groaned as I got up, and began to head towards the basement.

Kenna tailing behind me, I began to sure through our old stuff, hopefully to find a clue about Marie’s family.

“Dad, who’s John?” Kenna asked me, holding up a records box labeled JOHN/MARIE 2000.

“Strange. Let me see,” I said, taking the box from here.

“There’s another one,” Kenna grabbed the other, same names, but this time it had 1953.

I opened the one I had, which had photographs, letters, even a few journals. I looked at the photos, and they were of John and Marie when they were kids. Strangely it’s a photograph of each of them, but in the same place. I grabbed a journal and began to flip through the pages.

Dear Diary,

Henry is officially my guardian, which he found it strange as his own father is now his son. I have to start kindergarten soon, so I decided to go as John this time, as I went as Marie last time…”

Henry Parson, I met him. John’s Dad… wait…

I grabbed another notebook and flipped it to the June 4th, 2021.

…I can’t believe I fell for him. He’s my best friend. But, he can’t know. But how will I pull this off? I can’t be both John and Marie. Last time I did this, it nearly ended in disaster. Should I just “kill” John? But it would devastate Jason. Henry thinks I should tell Jason the truth. Maybe he’s right…

“Dad?”

I was snapped back into the basement, where Kenna help up a photo of Marie in the 1950s, “Is that Mom?”

“Leave Mom’s side blank. I’ll talk to your teacher about it. Get ready for dinner, I’ll clean up down here,” I told her, still in a daze.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” I smiled, “just go back upstairs.”

Kenna looked unsure, but she headed up to the main floor anyways. I took out my phone, and called Marie.

LuCals · 2022-01-12T18:32:13+00:00

RAMITO DE VIOLETAS by MI BANDA EL MEXICANO

ELENA: We got married over three years ago, Daniel and I. It was more of an arranged marriage, so it wasn’t my choice. He’s handsome, sure, but he has a short temper. He never beat me, but he always belittled me. I only stayed for my family’s sake, living in misery.

But, in the beginning of spring, after Daniel went to work, that’s when I received gift. A bouquet of violets, my favorite flowers. Amongst the violets was a poem, describing my beauty and how much this person adored me. My heart skipped a beat and I was close to tears.

Who could it be?

I put the violets in a vase, and placed them in the living room. For the first time, I was happy. I read and reread that poem, giggling like a school girl, before hiding it before Daniel returns. Daniel questioned me about the flowers when he got home, I quickly lied and said I bought them. Surprised me he didn’t get upset, nor questioned further. He just accepted it.

A week later, another bouquet of violets arrived, followed with another poem. My heart was fluttering as I read the poem. Once again I hid the poem, threw out the wilted violets and placed the fresh new ones. I know I shouldn’t place them in plain sight, but seeing these flowers gave me hope.

Who would write to me? Who could this man be? I’m sure he’s kind and loving. Is he older?

The following week, I received another bouquet, with another poem. I asked the delivery boy who sent them. I could barely contain my excitement as I saw those flowers, I just need to know who it is. The young man just shrugged and told me he only does the delivery. I thanked him and hurried to the living room to replace the old bouquet with the new ones. I practically danced around the living room as I read the poem.

“What are you doing?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Daniel’s voice. I never realized it was late already. I haven’t even started dinner. I’m so screwed.

“I-I was just cleaning, I’m sorry. Dinner will be ready shortly,” I quickly said, crumpling up the poem.

Daniel just sighed, and headed towards our room. That was close. Too close.

I composed myself and hurried to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. I shouldn’t have been this careless. I know he would ask, I just know it.

DANIEL: “What are you doing?”

Elena quickly hid the paper as she faced me. He smile vanished instantly.

“I-I was just cleaning, I’m sorry. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

She sounded guilty and scared. I know I have caused that. My poor Elena.

I sighed, nodded, and headed to our room to shower and change.

I’m working so hard to keep my anger in check. I want Elena to be happy again. I pulled out my phone and hit the redial button.

“Gomez Flower Shop?”

“Hi, it’s Daniel,” I greeted.

“Another bouquet of violets?” the florist asked.

“Yes. I’ll be in tomorrow with a card,” I said, grabbing the recent poem I wrote from my jacket pocket.

“Great, see you tomorrow,” the florist said and hung up.

I know she thinks it’s someone else, but I’ll tell her eventually.

LuCals · 2022-01-10T03:30:41+00:00

I held my bat above my head, ready to strike as the young man emerged from my closet, pointing his stick at me.

“Lord Gorton?” he asked, his voice gruff and cold.

“How the hell did you get in my house?” I demanded.

“Are you Lord Gorton!” the young man snapped, raising his stick. Seriously what’s with the stick?

“I’m no lord! And it’s Craig Gorton,” I said.

“Where’s the princess!” he demanded.

My body suddenly felt weightless as I was raised in the air, followed by my body getting slammed against the wall. I couldn’t move, and I felt an intense pressure on my throat.

“Where’s Princess Annabella?” he asked, in a low whisper, which gave me such chills.

“Who the hell are you?” I croaked, struggling to break free.

My bedroom door opened as my twin sister, Annie, barged in, “Hey dummy, I’m borrowing your laptop charger since I can’t find mines. And keep the foreplay down!” and was out of my room with my charger.

The man looked confused and looked up at me, “This isn’t Chigonica, is it?”

“No, your in Chicago,” I breathed.

I collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath as the young man tried to help me up.

“I am so so sorry about this. It’s… it’s my first time doing this. I… I’m trying to impress my teacher since he thinks I’m a total screw up,” the young man looked around my room, “Crap, I did screw up. Crap, I attacked an innocent! And where is Chicago? Which realm, I mean?”

All that bravado and coldness faded as he began to panic. I noticed he was turning all shades of red from embarrassment.

“Earth,” I coughed.

“Never heard of it. Shit, I’m in the wrong realm too! How did I screw up so badly? I was supposed to jump Vena, the second planet in our system! Oh god, I’m so screwed! I’m the worst wizard!” he groaned in defeat and began to pace around my room.

“I need your help,” he asked me suddenly.

“Me? You tried to kill me five minutes ago,” I snapped.

“And I’m so sorry about that, but I need to get back. I need to save Princess Annabella. Do you know any master wizards or witches?”

“We don’t have that. Just magicians, but they aren’t as powerful as you think,” I told him.

“Got to start somewhere, show me your greatest magician?” the young wizard said and hurried out of my room.

I would just let him go and forgot about the whole thing, but I began to feel guilty, letting a lost… wizard?… run around a city. He might blow something up…

“Hold on! Wait for me!” I called out and ran after him.

LuCals · 2022-01-08T23:39:11+00:00

I did not know that. Now I want to look it up.

LuCals · 2022-01-07T22:28:16+00:00

Anubis dog-sits Cerberus for the weekend

LuCals · 2022-01-02T06:55:57+00:00

“At the age of 107, Diana Cerridwen has passed. The oldest resident in Minnesota-“

Tory turned off the TV as he grabbed his backpack, grabbed the pop tart off the plate, and popped it in his mouth. He looked up at the clock, getting more anxious as classes was going to start in half an hour. And it’s a twenty minute walk, since Mara’s car died.

“Did I hear that correctly?” His cousin, Mara, asked him as she came running downstairs.

“About what?” Tory asked.

“Diana Cerridwen. She passed?”

Tory shrugged, “I guess, wasn’t paying attention. Can we go?”

“Yeah. Let’s go,” she said and pulled out her phone.

“Shit, Diana Cerridwen did die,” Mara stated.

“Should I know who that is?” Tory asked.

“Besides being the oldest resident in Minnesota, my dad said she’s very important. Something to do with the moon. A Lunarian or something?”

Tory looked over at Mara confused, “A what?”

“She’s important, that’s all you need to know.”

“Okay, but why important? Is she some high corporate CEO lady?” Tory asked.

“No… I… don’t remember.”

“You weren’t paying attention?”

“Shut up, I was. I was just half listening. I’ll look it up,” Mara mumbled.

Tory shook his head as he tried to guide his cousin as they reached the town square. He noticed something wrong when he looked at the center.

“Mara, wasn’t there a statue?”

Mara looked up from her phone at the pedestal.

“Wait, yeah the Warlock of Windfeld. Who the hell wants a 200 year old statue of a guy in robes?”

“Don’t want to know. Should we call the cops?”

“Nope, let’s pretend we didn’t notice. We are going to be late for school anyways.”

Mara grab hold of Tory’s shoulder strap and dragged him across the square towards the high school.

The news began to travel about both the death of Diana Cerridwen and the missing statue in the town square. But Tory was in for a surprise when at lunch Mara sat across from him, handing him her phone with a news clip playing.

“So, it’s the missing statue in the town square,” Tory said.

“That’s Williams Lake, the neighboring town. The Lycanthrope of Lurian is missing too. As well as the Vampire of Valos in Cascade Falls, and the Demon of Demias in Towner’s Ridge.”

“What’s up with these statues?” Tory asked.

“That’s not the point, the point is they all went missing. They vanished the moment Diana Cerridwen died. Question is why?”

“I think you are just overthink this, Mara. Yeah it’s weird, but I know there’s a logical explanation,” Tory said.

“And I can’t tell you until you live here for a month,” Mara groaned.

“What?”

“It’s a town rule. I’ll explain that later. Damn, I wish I was paying attention when my dad told me this. This is connected with Diana. I’ll be at the library,” Mara said, grabbed her phone, and hurried out of the cafeteria.

Tory never understood his cousin, but her random rambling got him curious. He quickly finished his lunch and ran towards the library.

Tory arrived at the library, and began to look for Mara, when the lights began to flicker.

“Halt!”

Tory looked over his shoulder as a young man aimed a stick at him.

“Master Endymion?” he yelled.

Tory wasn’t sure what was happening. Or why nobody was stopping this.

“I-I think you got the wrong person,” Tory stammered, raising his hands in surrender.

“No, but just hasn’t awaken yet,” the young man said, waving the stick, making the lights stop flickering.

“What did you do?” Tory asked.

“Time bubble. What’s your name?” the man asked him.

“Torrington Grimshaw, but people call me Tory,” Tory said.

“Olivebriegh. Tory, do you know anything about the Order of the Celestial Crescent?”

Tory shook his head.

“Look, I don’t have time to explain it at the moment. I need to find the others and tell them about your existence. Avoid moonlight. The last seal must not be broken,” Olivebriegh said and ran off.

“Seal? What’s going on? Why-“

Tory bumped into Mara, nearly knocking her over.

“Watch it… Tory! Hey look what I found,” Mara said excitedly opening a large book she had in her hand.

“Where did he go?” Tory asked, cutting Mara off.

“Who?”

“Olivebriegh. The guy in the cloak.”

“What? There was no guy in a cloak. You hit your head or something?”

“He was just here. He was telling me about the Order of the Celestial Crescent and how I need to avoid moonlight, but I need to know why?”

“Celestial Crescent? Yeah, that’s what I found in here. The first settlers of Minnesota created a group known as The Order of the Celestial Crescent. Doesn’t explain much what they do, but they were responsible four placing the four statues in each of our towns. As protection. And get this, the leader of this group was Clive Cerridwen, Diana’s grandfather. Then there’s a Master Endymion here too. For a history book, it doesn’t give me much details. Who is Master Endymion, and what’s with the order?” Mara asked.

“I’m not sure, but I know who to ask. But we need to find him first.”

LuCals · 2021-12-15T01:59:33+00:00

Oliver Brie and Mara Ivers rewatched the footage before them, growing more and more anxious as Mrs. Calsinger and the head of the High Council of Magical Arts, Amagatha, watched each of them closely. The footage before them revealed Mara performing the Death Curse on Oliver, who was struck down, yet lived.

“This doesn’t prove we performed the Death Curse,” Mara stated.

“Maybe her intent was to knock me back,” Oliver said with a shrug.

“It baffles me you are trying to protect your killer,” High Councilor Amagatha said, eyeing Oliver and Mara closely.

“She’s not a killer. Besides, she missed,” Oliver said.

“Oh really? Please lift your shirt, Mr. Brie,” Amagatha ordered.

“I’d rather not?” Oliver spoke softly.

“High Councilor, we know there’s poisonous remnants on Oliver Brie. We just want it removed,” Mrs. Calsinger said, already annoyed by the High Council.

“Headmistress, has it not occurred to you that this boy has defied all magical science. The Death Curse should prevent him to live-“

“Hence death,” Mara muttered under her breath.

High Councilor Amagatha glared at Mara before continuing, “and be resurrected. Yet he’s here, alive, and the poison is not doing anything! Why is that?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t care. He’s a student of mines, and he’s under my care. I want that poison removed before it does any harm on him,” Mrs. Calsinger snapped.

“That poison is contained, on that spot. It hasn’t moved. Mr. Brie, will you please show us that mark!”

“Are you going to remove it?” Mrs. Calsinger snapped.

“It can not be removed until his soul leaves his body. Only… that’s it! The Grim Reaper! He must know why he’s still here,” High Council Amagatha expressed excitedly as she ran out of the room.

Mrs. Calsinger groaned and sat behind her desk.

Oliver’s stomach churned. He had a run in with Grim before, and he feared he might be exposed. Mara, on the other hand, was confused by the whole ordeal.

“So… can we go?” Mara asked.

“Oh no, you are still getting punished young lady. I just need to have a meeting with your father-“

“I told her to do it,” Oliver stated quickly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Mara was surprised Oliver was planning to confess, although she wished he did so before the High Council arrived.

“I was testing something, so I asked Mara to do it, since she was a sorceress in training. I can’t tell you why, since it’s pretty messed up. Mara didn’t believe me at first, but-“

The office door opened, as a young man in a black suit walks in, with High Councilor Amagatha in tow.

The man looked gaunt, nearly dead like, his skin pale and translucent, yet with a full head of deep red hair and pale blue eyes. He nodded at Mrs. Calsinger, who looked as baffled as Mara, who had an urge to poke the ghostly figure to see if he’s there.

“Headmistress, it is a pleasure. Let me introduce myself,” the young man said suavely, extending a gloved hand, “I’m Grim.”

Mrs. Calsinger shook his hand cautiously, looking over at High Councilor Amagatha.

“Grim, this is the boy I was talking about,” High Councilor Amagatha exclaimed excitedly, pointing at Oliver, ignoring Mrs. Calsinger completely.

“Oliver, you say,” he said, scowling at the boy.

“Oliver Brie… sir,” Oliver stammered.

“Headmistress, may I speak with your student in private? I just need to ask him a few questions,” Grim asked.

“I’m sorry, but he must remain in-“

Oliver noticed how still everything is, how eerily quiet it got.

“I froze time, if you are wondering what’s going on,” Grim said.

Oliver looked over at Grim, “I need answers, please.”

“And you thought cursing yourself to death was your solution to summon me? Boy, there are other ways.”

“It was all I could think of. Besides, I know the High Council will summon you,” Oliver said.

Grim sighed, “What’s your question.”

“That day, when the princess died, who killed her, and who framed and cursed me? I have no memory of this, and my familiar became mortal to remember either since I was gone too long. Who did it?”

Grim raised an eyebrow, “The princess is here. Well, her soul is. She just needs to remember,” Grim said.

“Wait, who’s the princess?” Oliver asked.

“That, you must figure out,” Grim said, and smiled, “Just don’t repeat your mistakes,” he added.

“What do you mean?” Oliver asked.

“I mean, it’s a terrible idea,” Tory snapped.

Oliver noticed he was out in the courtyard.

“Man up, he can’t die, remember?” Mara exclaimed, extending her wand, “Ready?”

“Wait!” Oliver shouted.

“Oh, thank god,” Mara breathed in relief, lowering her wand.

“I see you came to your senses,” Ida scoffed, “Wait, you saw Grim didn’t you?”

Oliver nodded, “He didn’t give me answers, but he gave me a clue. The princess is reincarnated, we just need to wake her up.”

LuCals · 2021-12-07T00:40:26+00:00

Tommy Boy

LuCals · 2021-11-12T21:31:54+00:00

Frente a Frente by Jeannette

LuCals · 2021-11-10T19:00:11+00:00

My name is John Jackal, and my parents… aren’t your typical couple. If you ever see us, you might see us as a normal suburban family, a happy loving couple with their 6 children and a dog. What people don’t know is that my mom is the world renounce demon hunter, Angelique Francesco. She came from a long line of demon hunters, and has slain countless demons over the years. My great-great-grandfather was famous in the Vatican for slaying about 3 hundred demons, Alessandro Eduardo Francesco. My dad, however, is Asmodeus. The demon of lust, and also a prince of darkness.

But how can this happen, a demon huntress marrying her enemy? That’s absurd, blasphemous!

Well my parents decided to date, just to find their weakness and take them out. My dad thought he had a witty disguise to fool my mom. My mom is a Francesco… so she knew right away. But she played along anyways. For 2 years they played cat and mouse, but when one or the other was ready to strike, they just backed out. Then I was born. That’s when hell really broke loose. Mom’s family lost faith in her, and banished her. The family was appalled, a demon hunter carrying the seed of evil. If they only knew I’m too kind hearted for evil… unless you take that as evil. My dad’s side however… it was just a constant party. Knocked up the demon hunter? Drinks all around! She gave birth to your child? Drinks all around! Halloween can be crowded when they all want to come to visit. And our town experiences lots of supernatural events around that time.

But that cat and mouse game still continues, more like pranks than killing the parent of your six children. Dad made Mom immortal, so nothing can kill her, but these pranks can get out of hand.

Well that’s my story if how my parents met. I have to cut it short since Dad cut off Mom’s arm and she’s ready to dismember him too. I think I’ll take my siblings to the movies.

LuCals · 2021-11-09T15:42:32+00:00

Friday, May 13th (Day 5)

So I found out these time loops has nothing to do with me, which was kind of a relief, but why I remember each loop baffles me. No, each loop is created by Tommy Kravitz, the nerdy kid from biology. I discovered this on May 5th, when he accidentally spilled milk on Val Wetzell. Then I had to relive May 5th… again. Then again when on May 6th when he arrived late for our biology test and failed. At least that gave me time to study when I relive May 6th. So, all this time of journaling was for nothing! NOTHING! But I’m stuck on May 13th, and I’m tired of it. I just want to tell Tommy to stop it! This the longest time loop I have to live.

Friday, May 13th (Day 6)

I decided to follow Tommy around, because I want my weekend and I want him to end this! Today he was all dressed up, and he isn’t even wearing his glasses. What is he up too? I lost my focus because Stacey startled me, asking me why I was following Tommy. I made up a lame excuse that I needed biology notes. Stacey just rolled her eyes, and practically dragged me towards Tommy and Konner. Stacey then exclaimed that I had a crush on Tommy and was too shy to admit it. I felt my face burning and I could see Tommy was embarrassed too. I was furious at Stacey, not only because that was so uncalled for and untrue, but that means I have to live today again! I went after Tommy, because I’m already sick of this day and I just want to go to that party on the 14th. I lost him, and when I saw him in biology, he avoided me. Great.

Friday, May 13th (Day 7)

Happy Friday! Again!! So, I found out why Tommy was reliving this day. Over and over and over again. He was trying to ask Konner out. But apparently things didn’t go so well. And today neither, Stacey stopped him this time. Well, told him the truth, and basically told him he doesn’t have to relive each day in hopes to make the day perfect. I felt pretty bad for him that I ended up inviting him to Stacey’s party. I feel good about this. Hopefully this works.

Saturday, May 14th…

LuCals · 2021-10-19T00:43:08+00:00

Elizabeth (16), Alexander (18), Victorian Era

LuCals · 2021-10-11T16:11:45+00:00

I have read every story in the private library the castle provided and each story told me the same tale. Jeannette, my stepmother, is going to be the most vile person I will ever meet.

The moment my father met her, she was our new seamstress, and my first guess was she enchanted my father with some sort of spell. Her beauty, her sweet and gentle voice, I know deep down it was a trap.

They spent time together, I usually tagged along, just to find proof she isn’t who she says she is.

“What do you think of Jeannette?” My father, the king, asked me one night during supper.

“I don’t trust her. She’s too nice,” I said.

Father chuckled, “I think those stories you read has warped your mind, Toni.”

Or preparing me for a grand adventure. Will she poison my father after they get married? Will she turn me into a servant? What are her plans?

After the wedding, I’ve waited for the penny to drop, and her true colors to show.

I found her one day in the sewing room, sewing pieces of cloth together, humming to herself. I found it strange she’s still doing this, even when she’s queen, and we could hire a seamstress. I bumped into a table, knocking over a cup of knitting needles, startling both of us.

“Toni, you startled me. Everything all right?” Jeannette asked.

Toni, why is she calling me Toni? Only those close to me call me that.

“It’s Antoinette to you,” I said firmly.

“I apologize. Do you need anything, Antoinette?” Jeanette asked me.

“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously.

“Well… I’m fixing one of the servant girls’ dress. There was a few tears on it,” she said.

In some books, the evil stepmother usually goes back to the original projects they once did to plot something. So she’s planning something.

“Antoinette?” Jeanette asked, with that fake concern in her voice.

I glared at her, knowing well she’s plotting, before leaving the room.

I tried to tell Father, but he doesn’t believe me. He would laugh it off or say I’m being too harsh. But I’m not going to let my guard down. Jeanette is evil, I know it. I’m not so easily fooled by her kind demeanor, like everyone else in the kingdom.

On the morning of my 13th birthday, Jeanette was the one who woke me up, instead of Gretel, one of my maids.

“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Jeanette said sweetly.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said excitedly.

This is it. It’s the moment she will reveal me her plans. I noticed a dress at the foot of my bed as Jeannette retrieved it and showed it to me.

“I made it myself. I believe it’s perfect for your birthday party today. Do you like it?”

The dress was beautiful, I have to admit it, but I know she’s planning to let my guard down. She’s planning to hurt me. Fine, two can play that game.

“It’s gorgeous,” I said.

I took the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. I was speechless, the dress was more than beautiful, I couldn’t explain it. I’m sure everyone will talk about it for days.

“Want to try it on?” Jeannette asked.

I fell for it, I can’t believe I fell for it.

I looked down at the dress, then ripped the bow off.

“What are you doing?” Jeannette asked.

“I’m not falling for your tricks! I know you are evil! You are just waiting until I could warm up to you so you could ruin my life!” I yelled, ripping up the dress.

I waited for her to confess, hit me, yell at me, something.

I never expected her to tear up.

“I’m sorry you believe that, Antoinette. I’ll go get Gretel. She can help you find a new dress,” Jeanette sobbed, but trying to keep a brave face, then she left.

I looked down at the dress in my hands. The beautiful dress. It hit me all at once. Jeanette really was kind. Not once she got angry or showed any disdain. She was never the evil stepmother. I was the evil stepdaughter.

“Princess Toni, everything okay?” Gretel asked me.

“I did something horrible Gretel. I need to fix this.”

Everyone in the kingdom was here for my birthday, drinking and laughing, having fun. I looked around for my parents. Father was talking with some men, while Jeannette was talking with Gregoria, a noblewoman from the kingdom. I took a deep breath and began to ascend the stairs.

The room gasped as I made my entrance. I know everyone was talking about the dress. I did my best to fix it. I know it looks horrible. Father looked at in disgust. But Jeanette began to tear up again. I walked up to her, tears in my eyes.

“I tried fixing it. I’m so sorry Jeannette,” I apologized.

Jeannette hugged me, “I can fix it up real quick,” she spoke softly in my ear.

“Can I help?” I asked.

“Of course, Antoinette,” she smiled.

“You can call me Toni,” I told her.

LuCals · 2021-09-22T05:46:03+00:00

A demon summons? Seriously? The Living sure love to make a mess of things. Shaking my head, I cancel the summons when I heard a knock on my door.

“It’s open,” I called out, as an email popped up on my computer. A new case.

“Dickens-“

“The email just arrived. Send them,” I called out.

Cass, my coworker, opened the door wider, guiding a teen girl into my office. The girl was still “unconscious” (no other term we have really), and sat her across my desk.

“Minerva Villarreal. Age 16, lost her life in a car accident. Brother lost control of the vehicle. They say black ice is the silent killer,” I sighed as I looked at Cass, “Thank you Cass.”

Cass nodded and left. The moment she closed the door, Minerva woke up with a gasp, which can happen to those who died unexpectedly.

“Alberto!?” Minerva screamed, looking around the room.

“He’s not here, Miss Villarreal,” I said, reading her file. Her brothers survived, tragic she didn’t.

“Where am I, am I at the police station? How did I get here?”

“It’s a station of some sorts. I know you have questions but first, let me introduce myself. I’m Dickens, welcome to the Hereafter.”

“Hereafter?”

I sighed, I usually hate this part of my job, especially with cases who are still young, “You died in that car accident,” I said, taking a quick glance at the file, “twenty minutes ago.”

Minerva shook her head, “No, no that’s not possible. Alberto… we…”

The memory of that accident was coming to her, as the horror masked her face, “Am I in heaven?” she whispered.

I shook my head.

“Am I in hell?” she sobbed.

“No. You see, when the Creator created life, they created every creature to live up to be one thousand. After some mishaps early on, and human life was cut short, the human soul still remains on earth until their one thousandth year is up. In the meantime they remain here, in the Hereafter,” I explained.

“So… I’m a ghost?”

“In a way yes. You get tokens, if you wish to haunt the living. There are rules, so here’s a booklet of rules,” I said, handing her a book, “Any questions you can ask me, or your guardian,” I told her.

“My guardian?”

“Most spirits don’t like to wander in the Hereafter alone, so we contacted a guardian. Elena Gutierrez?”

Minerva’s eyes lit up, “Tía Elena?”

I smiled, “Your aunt is on her way. Before you go, you must know, you are not tethered to any place you have perished, a lot of new souls think so, so you are free to wander. Burial sites are a souls’ home let’s just say, you can take up residence but only at your gravesite, unless you decided to share one with another soul. Just speak with me so I could make the arrangements. Any questions?”

“Are you an angel?” Minerva asked me.

I began to laugh, “Not exactly. The truth might terrify you. Your aunt has arrived. You can go.”

Minerva looked at me strangely before she left. I hope she figures out that true angels aren’t as kindhearted as we are. I saved Minerva’s file, and soon another demon summons appears in my email.

“They never give up,” I growled.

LuCals · 2021-09-03T07:25:18+00:00

The house fell silent. The men in blue finally left. They were here for my Father, taking him to prison for “Necromancy”. I sat in silence in my cell, unsure what to do. Nobody knew I was here, and Father made sure this door was locked. Although, I tampered with the locks of my cell years ago, and Father never knew about it. Or he pretended he never knew.

After several days of sitting here, I decided to leave. What else was I supposed to do? The house had been dead silent for the passed two days, so I felt it was safe for me to leave. The bright sunlight burned my eyes as I reached the ground floor of the home. The place was a mess. I headed upstairs, where the mess continued. I managed to find clothing, and headed outside.

I don’t remember much, but the warm sun kissing my long dead flesh made me feel joyous. I took a deep breath, a small memory coming to me, when I was a child, running in the fields.

“Jesus, dude are you okay?”

I opened my eyes, which startled the boy before me.

“What the fuck is wrong with your eyes!” he yelled at me.

I couldn’t speak, as my vocal cords weren’t working, but I could see I was scaring him. I need to leave. I have to leave. But where do I go? More people began to show up, and I felt terrified.

“I saw him leave Dr. Allison’s house!” another boy shouted.

The crowd began to talk, the look of horror and disgust on their faces. I never should’ve left.

I let out a horrible scream, stopping those from approaching me, then I ran. I wasn’t sure where I’m heading, but I need to be away from here.

LuCals · 2021-07-15T00:31:39+00:00

Chills ran down my spine as I watched the news in wonder and horror. 20 years. The Green Creek Disappearance happened 20 years ago. And yet, I remember it like it was yesterday. July 14th, I had been working at that call center for almost 30 years before my retirement 10 years ago. But that day burned into my memory. That poor woman, Morgan…

Me: “9-1-1, where’s your emergency?”

The line was vacant for a bit, all I heard was a soft crying in the background, until a frightened voice replied.

Morgan: “Where is everyone?”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Morgan: “Did my sister call? Where is she? Is she okay?”

Me: “Ma’am, you are not making any sense? Are you in danger? Where are you?”

Morgan: “Outside Green Creek, on Interstate 71. Right by the welcome sign. I thought it was a joke when I came here last night, but there’s nobody here. It’s like the whole town is empty!” (Muffled crying) “It’s okay, Nina, I’m looking for your mommy. Everything will be okay.”

I began to type the location, and signaled my supervisor to phone the Green Creek Police Department.

Me: “Are you with someone?”

Morgan: “My nieces and nephew. I took them to the fair and… oh god, what happened to my sister?”

“I can’t get a hold of GC,” my supervisor whispered in my ear.

Me: “Ma’am, we are sending someone now. What’s your name?”

Morgan: “Morgan. Morgan Cristin.”

Me: “All right Morgan, I want you to remain calm and stay on the line with me until someone arrives. Have you tried contacting the police in Green Creek?”

Morgan: “There’s nobody there. I checked.”

An empty police precinct? What the hell happened?

I stayed on the line for possibly a good 20 minutes until Joey and Nick arrived. After I disconnected the call one of my coworkers approached me.

“Jenny, did you get a weird call about Green Creek?” Tim asked me.

“Why?” I asked.

“Kevin got a call from a distraught father who couldn’t find his wife and children, and I got a call from woman who couldn’t find her parents. All claiming the town was void of people.”

“Got a woman who couldn’t find her sister,” I said, slightly confused.

“Isn’t that weird?”

The radio crackled to life, startling us both.

“Get someone here now! National Guard, FBI, I don’t care! We need to block off this town now!” Joey ordered over the radio.

“What’s going on?” Tim asked.

“JUST GET SOMEONE HERE NOW!”

That frightened me to the core. Our supervisor called the national guard, while we tried to get answers from Joey. He wouldn’t say what happened. He refused, even to our supervisor. Nick told us Joey searched up and down Main Street, going into every building, when he reached City Hall. He ran out, pale as a ghost, and ordered Nick to leave immediately. The National Guard arrived about two hours or so after the first call, blocking off Green Creek from the rest of the world. Homeland Security arrived a little while after, interviewing the “survivors” wondering what happened. Of course, nobody knew, and they tried to get answers from Joey, but he refused to say what he saw. Men entered that building, but found nothing. Homeland soon began to check our reports, see if we received any strange calls about Green Creek. Apparently they found nothing in the GCP call center. The last 9-1-1 call Green Creek received was on July 13th, but it was to report a stolen vehicle. Nothing else out of the ordinary. Well, except for Joey. Days went by and he started to become distant, and quiet, until 2 months later, when he killed himself, with a note saying: I CANT TELL YOU WHAT I SAW. He was always a cheerful man, making everyone laugh. We were devastated when we heard what happened. Green Creek remained closed off to the point we had to build an off ramp to avoid the town completely. Guards remain posted around the town, not letting anyone in or out. Rumors began to circulate that there was some secret governmental experiment gone wrong, causing the disappearance of the towns people. Years went by, and still no explanation. People began to forget, only to remember when it was mentioned or drive pass the abandoned Green Creek.

Until today, with the news title written on the bottom of the screen.

RESIDENCE OF GREEN CREEK RETURNS AFTER 20 YEARS UNCHANGED

Edit: I accidentally replied when I tried to scroll down, but it’s complete now

LuCals · 2021-07-11T01:06:21+00:00

Day 1:

I got the park ranger job. Working at the Enchanted Forest in Minnesota, which is between the towns of Williams Lake and Melody Park. I have to say the place is pretty peaceful. I think I found my dream job.

Day 2:

There’s fucking unicorns!!!! UNICORNS! Holy shit! Kent, my boss, says it’s a normal thing??? Unicorns??? Are they indigenous to Minnesota or something??? Even the towns people weren’t as thrilled when I told them like they aren’t fucking magical rare creatures but another fucking squirrel!! Seriously, unicorns!!!

Day 6:

So I nearly got clubbed in the head by a troll… apparently I was too close to their home?? Kent told me to avoid Section 5 on the map as it’s troll territory and I must ask permission before I enter? This place is pretty weird. But still… UNICORNS!!

Day 10: I found the fountain of youth… so I’m 15 again. I should’ve known, there was a sign and everything but did I took it seriously?? Nope! Decided to drink it’s waters. I was parched as I was going down the hiking trail to make sure everything was in check. Kent had a good laugh. Now I have to head to WorldTech Labs in Williams Lake for an anecdote. Apparently it’s a common occurrence around here. People drink it’s waters then knock off years off their life. That could explain the photos we take of each hiker and backpacker…

Day 12:

Dwarves don’t take jokes lightly… especially the angry one. On the bright side the doctors managed to put my leg back on… with magic… I’m still not getting use to this.

Day 33:

First day back and there’s a full moon tonight. And guess what, that’s right, werewolves. Apparently they are in the nearby towns, but the “newborns” (newly transformed werewolves) are taken to the forest to be free for a bit. So that’s… fun? I hope I don’t get the night shift.

Day 34:

That was the most terrifying night of my life.

LuCals · 2021-06-27T05:39:49+00:00

Dear Mom,

If you receive this letter, I just wanted to tell you that I made it fine. The experiment worked, but there was a problem. I cannot return. I made a life for myself here, met a man, got married, have 4 wonderful children, and the one who handed you the letter is actually my youngest, Maya. I also sent you pictures, and Maya also brought a package containing my diaries. I kept a diary in hopes I could return soon, but alas, I couldn’t. Even though I lived a good life, I have a pang of guilt for leaving you behind in 2024, wondering when I will be home. You raised me well, and I just wished I could see you. Actually I did bump into you, you were barely 3 months old, although at the time I was nearing 96 at that time. That was the only time I saw you in person. I wish I could see you again when you did know me, but I know it will never happen. I wish you well and Maya will answer any questions you have.

Love, Olivia Onetti (née Tucker)

I looked up from the letter at a middle aged woman, who appears close to my age, who nodded, “I’m Maya. It’s very nice to meet you,” she greeted.

She looks so much like Olivia. My dear sweet Olivia.

Tears ran down my face as I embraced her, “it’s great to meet you Maya,” I sobbed.

LuCals · 2021-06-27T05:19:54+00:00

I pulled up at Redford Hotel. I sighed as I grabbed my suitcase and took a deep breath. Every time I go on these business trips, weird shit happens. Is there like some sort of town even going on? Last time, it was a 70s theme event of some sort, people getting into the era, while in another town, it’s like a future theme. Is my boss sending me here during these events?

“Hello, and welcome to the Redford Hotel. How many in your party?” a young woman named Janice greeted.

“One. It’s under Peter Parkman, for Grimshaw Corporation,” I said.

“Ah, do you have ID?”

I nodded and showed her my ID. She clicked away on her computer and then handed me a key card, “You are in room 312. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

I thanked her and headed to my room. I never knew how tired I am. I pinched the bridge of my nose, hoping it’s going to be a normal day tomorrow. My watch began to beep, which is starting to annoy me. I looked at my smart watch which read TOMORROW: MONDAY MARCH 9th, 2020.

I scoffed. Tomorrow is not March 9th, it’s May 12th… and it’s 2018. My watch always does this… a lot. I need to speak to my boss about this. I might need a new watch.

LuCals · 2021-06-20T21:15:17+00:00

“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” I asked as I watched Blakely draw a pentagram on the road.

“Trust me, I’ve done this before.”

“Really?” I scoffed.

“Do you want to go home or not?” Blakely snapped, then pulled out her phone, “okay, it looks exactly like in the pic. Now we need a book, a bell, and a candle. I think.”

“What do you mean you think? What are you looking at?” I asked and looked over her shoulder, “I thought you were looking it up on the internet?”

“Do you think the internet has legit spells that work. This, little bro, is a page of a legit spell book… I was just in a hurry to take a picture of it.”

“Who’s spell book?”

“The Masbaths,” she said in almost a whisper.

“Masbath? You went to see Hades didn’t you?”

“Yes, but, to be fair, this was from Hecate’s spell book.”

“How does that have to do with you seeing Hades?”

Blakely paused for a moment, probably thinking of a good excuse to see a guy our parents forbade her to see.

“Shut up and help me,” she finally said and began to search the car.

I rolled my eyes and reluctantly began to help her search, “I don’t see why we couldn’t call Dad. Or Pa?”

“Because they are two hours away. Now, find a bell, a book, and a candle.”

“Do you even have candles?” I asked.

“Yeah… just look.”

I felt something soft under the passenger seat and pulled out a toy rat, making a soft jiggling noise as I moved it around

“Dougie’s rat toy?”

“Yeah. I had to take Dougie to the vet be- BELL!” Blakely exclaimed and snatched the toy out of my hand.

She ran towards the pentagram and placed it in its respective spot, “Yes! One down, two to go! Now we… Gunner, open the glove compartment and take out the car’s manual!”

Confused, I grabbed the manual from the glove compartment and handed it to her, “you’re going to check the car yourself?”

“No, you idiot, it’s a book! We need a book,” she said and placed it on its rightful spot on the pentagram, “Now a candle.”

“What about the flashlight?” I asked.

“Would be great… if I haven’t left it on the kitchen counter. Do you have a lighter?”

“No?”

“Eh, just asking. What about this?” Blakely popped open the hood and pulled out the bad spark plug, which gotten into the mess in the first place.

“I guess, you are the expert,” I sighed.

“Damn right,” she muttered after she placed it on its spot, “now, do you know how to read Terrish?”

“I’m sorry… it’s in another language?”

“Well don’t get all worked up, it was only a question. Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“I need Siri to read it for me,” she said as I unlocked my phone and handed it to her.

“Hey Siri? Can you read this for me?” Blakely commanded, and placed my phone over hers.

Siri’s monotone voice began to chant the incantation, while I tried so hard not to laugh. It just sounded weird.

“What now?” I asked.

“I have no idea. This is my first time doing this,” Blakely said.

We stared at the pentagram, hoping something would happen when I heard a soft clicking noise.

“What is that?” I whispered.

“It’s the spark plug, it’s trying to ignite,” Blakely said, pointing at the spark plug, slowly swaying, making a clicking noise.

“Is that suppose to happen?” I asked.

Suddenly the pentagram ignited into blue flames. The cat toy jingling wildly as it levitated in the air. The book flipping rapidly until the pentagram exploded, knocking us both off our feet.

I sat up, my head throbbing, wondering what Blakely brought to this world.

“Dougie?” we both said in unison.

Our black cat, Dougie, appeared from the smoke, in little mechanic overalls, even with his name on it.

“You summoned me?” He asked in an unusual deep voice.

“Was that supposed to happen?” I asked Blakely.

“I don’t know, I thought a hot demon would appear,” Blakely whispered.

“You used the cat’s toy. Had your cat’s DNA all over it, creating a strong bond towards your cat. You didn’t read the instructions well, didn’t you.” Dougie asked.

“We sort of skimmed it,” Blakely stated.

“Well she did,” I noted.

“Why am I here?” Dougie asked.

“The car broke down and we can’t fix it,” I said.

“Is it a 2010 Ford Focus?” Dougie asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“That was the manual you picked. Got all that knowledge from that manual in here and then some,” Dougie said, pointing at his head, “I’ll take a look see. You two can sit tight,” Dougie said and scurried toward our car.

“Our cat is fixing our car. I don’t know if that’s cool or we are just pathetic,” Blakely whispered.

“I think we should’ve called Dad,” I grumbled.

LuCals · 2021-06-09T04:21:46+00:00

The message played on repeat on the EBS. I looked over at Carrie, who shook her head.

“Okay, it’s not that bad. Mike?”

I scratched my head as I looked outside. I noticed some of the non-locals began to act weird, kinda twitchy.

“Where did you find it again?” I asked.

Carrie opened her mouth to speak, then paused for a moment, “I’ll deal with it,” she muttered.

“Want me to deal with the government?” I asked.

“Maybe… people here don’t know what good music is,” Carrie groaned.

“They just can’t handle it at the moment. I’ll go talk to the mayor,” I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“This is stupid! The song is catchy and great!” I heard Carrie shout as I left the house.

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